In the 1970s, it started with contracting out communal dining.

Chen Wei held an enamel mug in his hand, his gaze looking slightly dazed.

In fact, from Chen Wei's perspective, a semi-transparent system panel was displayed right in front of him.

On the system panel, Lin Jun's brief introduction has changed to "[Lin Jun (Proficiency Operation Conversion Rate 72%)]".

The value had clearly increased, and Chen Wei nodded in satisfaction before turning to look at the other side, his smile fading away.

On the other side, Wu Xiaochun was grimacing as he struggled with the cucumber. Every cut seemed to be made against the cutting board, with extremely heavy strokes. The cucumber slices were uneven in thickness, some as thin as a coin, and others as thick as a pancake.

Seeing his clumsy movements, Chen Wei felt a wave of dizziness.

I couldn't help but step forward and offer some pointers: "Relax your wrist when you make the cut, don't use too much force... The force in your wrist should follow the movement of your left hand's fingers, use your fingers to gauge the thickness of the slice you're cutting..."

After teaching for a long time, Wu Xiaochun still looked completely bewildered.

Finally, he could only plead with a tearful face, "Brother Chen, Master! Please, let me rest for a while. My hand doesn't even feel like it's part of my own arm! If you keep cutting like this, I won't even be able to lift my wrist tomorrow!"

It's not as serious as he makes it out to be!

When they were grinding for proficiency, Chen Wei had to chop hundreds of kilograms of vegetables every day, while the other two only chopped a fraction of that.

After observing the kid's expression for a moment, Chen Wei figured he was definitely trying to slack off again.

In reality, Wu Xiaochun was truly exhausted.

After a day of intensive training, Wu Xiaochun felt that Chen Wei was simply born to be a chef.

When he wasn't doing this job, Wu Xiaochun didn't feel how tiring it was to stand here and chop cucumbers and radishes all day. But after he had been chopping for a whole day and night, he felt like his whole arm was about to break off.

But Chen Wei usually looks so relaxed, as if he doesn't feel any pressure at all.

You have to say, Brother Chen is amazing!

Anyway, he definitely couldn't continue doing it now, so Wu Xiaochun simply grinned and went over to him, shamelessly saying.

"Brother Chen! I think it's almost time to deliver midnight snacks, so I'll just go and deliver some to our online comrades! We can't keep them waiting!"

Chen Wei frowned and looked up at the clock on the wall.

It had already reached 8 PM without us even realizing it, and it was indeed time to deliver the late-night snacks.

"Alright then, hurry back!"

Since the late-night snack had already been prepared, Chen Wei simply nodded, gave one more instruction, and then let Wu Xiaochun leave.

After Wu Xiaochun left, Lin Jun finally smiled and interjected, a rare occurrence for him.

"This kid just wants to slack off."

"I know!" Chen Wei chuckled, then suddenly beckoned to Lin Jun, "Since this kid's trying to slack off, let's teach him the consequences of laziness! Come here, I'll teach you how to lift the ladle onto the stove!"

Lin Jun was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

What did Chen Wei mean by what he just said?

You should know that he had only been following Chen Wei's cutting and chopping skills for a day, and now he was going to teach him how to cook and cook.

Chefs outside would take at least two or three years to hire apprentices who do chopping and cutting. Even if they were the worst off, they would have to work for the master for free for at least a year before they could learn how to cook.

When Wang Defa was around, Lin Jun worked in the kitchen for more than half a year, treating Wang Defa's words as sacred edicts every day. But in the end, Wang Defa never taught him anything related to cooking.

He was just asked to do odd jobs.

"Now...? Teach me how to cook?"

Lin Jun took a long time to react, still somewhat incredulous.

But Chen Wei was getting impatient. He grabbed two portions of shredded radish from the basin, took out two identical coarse porcelain basins from under the stove, and stood there waving at Lin Jun.

"Don't just stand there! We happen to have plenty of ingredients today, so I'll teach you how to make shredded radish in a special way! Watch closely!"

As he said this, he grabbed a small handful of coarse salt and started pickling the shredded radish.

While marinating, they also explained the proper techniques for mixing and tossing shredded radish.

In fact, over the past half month, Chen Wei has thoroughly figured out the system's patterns.

Lin Jun's cutting and preparation conversion rate is currently stable at around 70%, and he is also ambitious and willing to scheme, so it's better to hand over the recipes to this kid as soon as possible.

Maybe in a few days, this kid will be able to help me clean the stove and the ladle too.

As for Wu Xiaochun...

Forget it!

That kid's cooking skills are terrible. He's been practicing for so long, but his conversion rate is consistently below 20%. Even if we put him in charge of cooking now, it wouldn't make any difference.

Let him be!

With that in mind, Chen Wei ignored Lin Jun's astonished look, as if he had seen a ghost, and began to explain the preparation techniques of the dish, "Shredded Radish in Lantern Shadow."

From the kitchen came the sound of a lecture. Lin Jun's eyes stung again, and he quickly lowered his head to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, listening intently to Chen Wei's explanation.

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The factory workshop was as stuffy and hot as a furnace, and even after the sun had set, the temperature inside remained high.

The workers busy online are all dressed lightly, with only a small bandage covering their crotches.

This awful weather is unbearably hot; it makes you want to peel off a layer of skin.

Not to mention, sitting by the scorching fire all day long, Ma Dayong felt like his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were being roasted dry.

He was constantly sweating, and a small puddle of sweat formed where he stood.

Frustrated, Ma Dayong kicked his cloth shoes and rushed to the water tap at the workshop entrance, drenching himself from head to toe.

"Young man! You've sweated so much, all your pores are open. Taking a cold shower like that will make you catch a cold! You'll end up with a crooked neck and glaring eyes, you'll regret it!"

The person who reminded him of his birth was an old man with gray hair, shirtless and thin, whose hands were covered in black grime that was deeply embedded in his fingernails, clearly someone who had been working online for several years.

Ma Dayong ignored it, feeling deeply aggrieved.

If it weren't for the Chen family uncle and nephew, he wouldn't be doing such hard work.

The old man behind him tried to remind her for a long time, but found that she didn't pay any attention to him. In the end, he had no choice but to give up, shake his head, sigh, and go back to his work.

Just then, a cheerful sound came from the workshop entrance. Wu Xiaochun pushed a cart and shouted repeatedly while tapping the edge of a large iron barrel.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready! Everyone take a break and come get your food! Tonight, Chef Chen is making hot and sour shredded vegetables and shredded radish salad!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the workshop cheered and gathered around Wu Xiaochun.

Ma Dayong narrowed his eyes and followed behind the crowd, feeling that the cart was not carrying Chen Wei's late-night snacks, but rather a challenge to provoke them.

He simply couldn't believe that an apprentice who had only been there for half a month could produce anything amazing!